A gloss upon on piney meadow

Foliage confused for growth

A leaf alive, a petal dead

Defrosting from the winter’s bed

Flying through spring winds

Wings collecting pollen things

Mate has fallen from the nest

Winter frost has done her best

Branches from the weeping willow

Blossom a dozen yellow flowers

And pink cascades the forest floor

Where winter mist appears no more

But the rain storms

while the thunder bellows

Echoing in alleyways

And the sun of summer shines in spring but the forecast calls for winter snow.